Prism Tats - Prism Tats (Anti-) 2016
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“I don’t want to make art, I want to make money…” is how it begins, and immediately, you are buckled in and you know it’s going to be an interesting ride.
Like someone threw Conor Oberst and Beck into a death pit and made them fight to death with instruments. Whilst a producer and an engineer taped the whole thing on DAT. Prism Tats is a jagged edged, lyrical mastermind – who peddles filthy fuzzed up pop in a rock suit, and smiles, smoking Marlboro red whilst bleeding from the face.
“Pacifist masochist” is a great album opener – sardonic and impudent, it crashes heavily into the surf rock tinged Iggy Pop-channeling. “Creep out // Freak out” with ease, a driving drum and a guitar lead song which sounds like The Misfits discovered Devo. “Make The Most Of The Weekend” is a twisting, David Lynchian masterpiece, one minute cool, syncopated drum pattern, the next a dropped harmony of vocals, and then repeat… Its ability to layer rhythm and stack ideas like pancakes means it’s full of inventive spirit, cheeky brilliance and a spine made of groove. Blew me away. A genuine contender for one of the albums of the year.